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?Richard Widerkehr?s In the Presence of Absence is a book of loss and recovery, grief and wonder. These are poems informed with clarity and compassion, and a quiet lyricism in confronting the mortal world, the death of parents, and life-threatening illness. There is a freshness and ease of manner to Widerkehr?s writing and at times a kind of other worldly aura, ?that strange gift from the other side.? There is as well a deep gratitude that infuses these poems, that grounds them in the here and now. He is a poet who has ?been dealt happiness,/grief, and two wild cards.? And we are the lucky readers who have been dealt these marvelous poems.? ?Joseph Stroud. author of Of This World: New and Selected Poems ?In The Presence Of Absence overflows with musicality, surprising imagery, and gratitude earned by paying attention to the small moments that make up a reverent life: ?the black trees reflected in a roadside puddle,? a mother?s slow passing, and the tenderness with which the poet stands witness to her death, ?I must be true/ to your story./I can?t tell it/one spoonful at a time.? This book details a heart tha
?Richard Widerkehr?s In the Presence of Absence is a book of loss and recovery, grief and wonder. These are poems informed with clarity and compassion, and a quiet lyricism in confronting the mortal world, the death of parents, and life-threatening illness. There is a freshness and ease of manner to Widerkehr?s writing and at times a kind of other worldly aura, ?that strange gift from the other side.? There is as well a deep gratitude that infuses these poems, that grounds them in the here and now. He is a poet who has ?been dealt happiness,/grief, and two wild cards.? And we are the lucky readers who have been dealt these marvelous poems.? ?Joseph Stroud. author of Of This World: New and Selected Poems ?In The Presence Of Absence overflows with musicality, surprising imagery, and gratitude earned by paying attention to the small moments that make up a reverent life: ?the black trees reflected in a roadside puddle,? a mother?s slow passing, and the tenderness with which the poet stands witness to her death, ?I must be true/ to your story./I can?t tell it/one spoonful at a time.? This book details a heart tha